Guess the Proper English Gentleman Lyric

[Kyle]

I'm sitting here alone in my home office (a/k/a... my bedroom) laughing out loud at this. So I'm going to make a game out of it.

So here's the rules: I'm going to take a famous lyric and ask Meta AI to restate the lyric as a proper English gentleman would, and then you have to guess the song title the lyric comes from. If you can't get it, then I'll post another lyric from the same song.

Example:

Good fellow, I daresay I've had the pleasure of beholding a multitude of countenances, and, by Jove, I've managed to thoroughly entertain each and every one of them with my remarkable musical prowess. In short, I've seen a million faces, and, by George, I've rocked them all!

Original lyric: "I've seen a million faces, and I've rocked them all!" Song: Wanted, Dead or Alive by Bon Jovi.

Now obviously I would have deleted the last line before posting it up, because that gives away the game. But I'm still sitting here, literally crying from laughter, after reading that lyric. So let's go.

[Kyle]

Ah, dear chap, it appears that precipitation is imminent, and, by Jove, it's descending upon my cranium with all the subtlety of a nostalgic recollection. In short, reminding me of times past, and, no doubt, stirring up a spot of melancholy.

[Kyle]

Goddamn it! I'm still laughing!

[Mike]

Here Comes the Rain Again -- The Eurythmics

?

[Kyle]

It is! "Here comes the rain again. Falling on my head like a memory."

[Kyle]

Good fellow, it appears that the warden, in a moment of uncharacteristic bonhomie, decided to host a social gathering within the confines of the local correctional facility. And, by George, the prison band was in attendance, and they commenced to play with a level of enthusiasm and vigor that could only be described as a most excellent and rousing cacophony, a veritable wailing, if you will!

[Mike]

I'll let someone else play, but I'm loving this!

[Tahlvin]

Jailhouse rock, Elvis Presley.

[Kyle]

Yes! Jailhouse Rock - "The warden threw a party in the county jail. The prison band was there, and they began to wail"

[Kyle]

Now I'm going to try to get a little more difficult. Hopefully this will take more than one lyric.

Upon arising from slumber, my dear, I am filled with the utmost certainty that I shall be the fortunate gentleman who has the unparalleled pleasure of finding himself beside the lovely lady that is yourself.

[Eliahad]

I wanna be (500 Miles) - Proclaimers.

When I wake up, I know I'm gonna be, I'm gonna be the man who wakes up next to you.

I might be currently working on an arrangement of this very song.

[Kyle]

Yes! I thought that would be tougher. Let's try this:

Dear fellow, I daresay it must have been a decidedly chilly existence, dwelling in the shadow of my presence, as it were. To never have had the warmth and radiance of the sun's gentle rays upon one's countenance... well, it's a thought that fills me with a certain degree of regret and remorse, I must confess.

[Mike]

Wind Beneath My Wings -- Bette Midler

[Kyle]

Exactly! Okay, I know this one is super easy, but it made me laugh so hard:

"Good heavens, my dear chap! If you were afforded a single chance, a solitary opportunity, to grasp everything you've ever desired in one fleeting instant, would you, indeed, seize the day, as it were, and take hold of it with all due haste? Or, I dare ask, would you permit it to slip through your fingers like sand in the hourglass, lost forever to the whims of fate? The choice, I daresay, is yours alone to make."

[Mike]

Lose Yourself -- Eminem

[Mike]

And I don't know if Meta AI does this, but I tried the same thing with ChatGPT, and it even reframed my request as part of its reply:

Allow me to articulate those verses in a manner befitting a proper English gentleman:

"In the depths of my despair, as a shattered servant, I humbly kneel. (May I beseech thee to acquiesce?) It appears that remnants of my humanity are gradually transforming within me. (May I beseech thee to acquiesce?)"

[Kyle]

Sometimes it does. Sometimes it doesn't.

Torn by Natalie Imbruglia?

[Mike]

Sometimes it does. Sometimes it doesn't.

Torn by Natalie Imbruglia?

No, but that is a fabulous guess.

[Kyle]

Bizarre Love Triangle by New Order? I know that's not right.

[Mike]

No, but I added the opening lines which I originally skipped, and it altered the remainder slightly:

Might you perceive the sensation? Oh dear, alas! Submerged within the depths of my profound disdain, as a fractured servant, I humbly prostrate myself. (Would you succumb to my bidding?) It appears the remnants of my humanity are gradually transforming within me. (Would you succumb to my bidding?)

[Kyle]

I'm at a loss. I'm going to guess Lightning Crashes by Live, but I know that's wrong. I'm guessing the parenthesis are in the original lyrics. But I'm stumped. I need help from the others or another line.

[Mike]

Observing my own visage, when abruptly it undergoes a tumultuous transformation (oh dear). There exists no recourse at this juncture. You have stirred the infernal spirit within me. Rise, I implore you, descend into the grip of ailment.

[Kyle]

Oh that's good.

Down with the Sickness by Disturbed. "Descend into the grip of ailment" finally clicked for me:

Drowning deep in my sea of loathing
Broken your servant, I kneel (will you give it to me?)
It seems what's left of my human side
Is slowly changing in me (will you give it to me?)
Looking at my own reflection
When suddenly it changes, violently it changes
Oh no, there is no turning back now
You've woken up the demon in me

Get up, come on, get down with the sickness

I'm starting in a middle verse in this song:

A chanteuse, if you will, plying her trade in a most...unrefined environment, I dare say. A singer, surrounded by the pungent aroma of tobacco and the heady scent of vin ordinaire, no doubt mingling with the cloying fragrance of perfume of a somewhat dubious provenance. A setting, I must confess, that is at once both redolent of decadence and redoubtable in its sheer audacity.

[Tahlvin]

It seems like Journey, Don't Stop Believing:

A singer in a smokey room
A smell of wine and cheap perfume

[Kyle]

It is! Here's another- and look, I know this is easy, but it made me laugh so much:

Good gracious, those individuals, I daresay, possess physical attributes that are, shall we say, somewhat diminutive in nature. They have tiny hands, tiny peepers, and a propensity for propagating falsehoods of a most egregious sort. Furthermore, their nasal appendages are quite small, as are their dental fixtures. And, if I may say so, their sartorial choices, particularly with regards to their footwear, leave much to be desired. Platform shoes, indeed, on their, ahem, less-than-dainty feet!

[Mike]

Short People -- Randy Newman

Right from the first sentence, that's an absolute classic!

[Mike]

And sometimes the poetry is so good that Proper English Gentleman makes nary a dent:

In the comfort of his abode, he indulges in sketching scenes of towering peaks, where he envisions himself atop, basking in the glow of a lemon-yellow sun, arms outstretched in a triumphant V. Below, lifeless forms rest in crimson pools.

[Kyle]

Too easy- I'll let you do another one. I don't want to hog all the fun.

[Mike]

This is easily my favorite so far. It might be too hard, but one more line would give up the game:

Presently, in the thoroughfare, one observes discord, and a considerable amount of labor to be undertaken. Alas, there lacks a suitable venue for our laundering pursuits, and I cannot attribute all inconvenience solely to the sun's rays.

[Kyle]

Got it: Electric Avenue by Eddy Grant.

Now in the street, there is violence
And, and a lots of work to be done
No place to hang out our washing
And, and I can't blame all on the sun

Question- I need to know if I cheated. I searched Duck Duck Go for “now in the street there’s work to be done.” I feel like that’s cheating, but I’m not sure. Thoughts?

[Kyle]

Okay, while I wait for an answer on my potential cheating, I'll offer two- the first is easy but here because the last line killed me.

What I possess, you ought to bestow upon your mother. What I have, you must present to your father. What I possess, you ought to give to your daughter. Then, one performs a brief terpsichorean display, followed by a spot of hydration, if you will.

And now for the real entry- AND NOTE that the parenthetical at the end was actually part of the unedited answer that I received.

Ah, I daresay it would be a dashed delight to make physical contact with your person. I must say, not everyone is blessed with a physique as impressive as yours, if I may be so bold. (Note: I've rephrased it to sound more like a Proper English Gentleman, while also keeping it respectful and polite)

[Phoebe]

Red Hot chili peppers. Terpsichorian display is good.

[Mike]

Yeah, give it away is obvious.

The second one is Faith by George Michael. Lovely!

And no, you weren't cheating.

[Mike]

On the auspicious occasion of your birth, celestial beings convened to fashion a vision of perfection. With delicate care, they adorned your locks of gold with lunar powder and bestowed upon your azure orbs the radiance of twinkling stars.

[Tahlvin]

Close to You, the Carpenters

On the day that you were born the angels got together
And decided to create a dream come true
So they sprinkled moon dust in your hair of gold
And starlight in your eyes of blue

[Kyle]

Again an easy one just for fun:

"I must confess, I never intended to bring you any distress or anguish. My sole desire, on one occasion, was to behold you experiencing joy and merriment, surrounded by the majestic beauty of a purple-hued precipitation, if you will." (Note: I've rephrased it to sound more like a proper English gentleman, while maintaining the poetic and romantic tone of the original sentence)

Now for the real one, which is now-- by far-- my favorite:

You arise from slumber at a rather...unseemly hour, old bean, and appear somewhat reluctant to attend your educational institution. You entreat your maternal parent, 'Please, dear Mother, might I be excused?' Alas, she remains resolute in her refusal, responding with a firm, 'No, my dear boy!' Consequently, you have missed two academic sessions and failed to complete your assigned homework. Furthermore, your pedagogue addresses you in a manner that suggests you are a bit of a scoundrel, I daresay.

[Mike]

Indeed! Points for Tahlvin!

[Kyle]

I think we cross-posted.

[Mike]

I think we cross-posted.

Indeed we did.

Purple Rain.

You Gotta Fight for Your Right to Party. That's one's beautiful.

You wake up late for school, man you don't want to go
You ask you mom, please? but she still says, no
You missed two classes, and no homework
But your teacher preaches class like you're some kind of jerk

Now...

Ah, indeed, I might have pursued the path of an actor, yet fate has led me to this juncture. My obligation lies solely in maintaining a presentable appearance; clarity of expression is of secondary concern. Pray, draw near and impart your secrets in hushed tones. Provide us with the scandalous tales of society.

This one feels good.

[Akiva]

Don Henley, "Dirty Laundry"

[Mike]

Hell yeah!

Someone else's turn.

[Kyle]

Damn it! I looked up the lyrics to Dirty Laundry and only checked out the first verse and said, "Nope. Not it."

[Kyle]

Try this:

The venerable artworks adorning the sepulcher, I dare say, execute a most intriguing sand-inspired choreography, if you will. Indeed, should they hasten their movements excessively (oh dear me!), they risk tumbling to the ground in a manner reminiscent of a row of dominoes, if you catch my drift.

[Mike]

I read this several times and nothing jumped out at me. Genuinely puzzled. Somehow, actually translating the words wasn't my first (or even fourth) approach to solving it, but I finally decided to break it down: "Venerable artworks? What, like old paintings..." SNAP! There it was! It doesn't sound exciting in the telling of it, but the sudden rush of going from ignorance to full understanding that quick felt pretty good.

[Mike]

Sorry... it's Walk Like an Egyptian, the Bangles.

[Mike]

Affection resembles an explosive, my dear; do indulge in its allure, living akin to an ardent admirer equipped with communication apparatus. Appearing somewhat disheveled, akin to a cinematic seductress or a formidable force of destruction, might I humbly inquire: may I earn the honor of being your companion?

I can't tell how hard this one is,so I have another verse keyed up already.

[Kyle]

I was convinced this was Jet with Are You Gonna Be My Girl, but that doesn't fit. And Google just tells me it's an Oasis song I've never heard called Love Like a Bomb- both of those are wrong.

Don't give me the other lyric yet. Let me cook here.

[Kyle]

AHA! Pour Some Sugar on Me by Def Leppard. I got it from "living akin to an ardent admirer equipped with communication apparatus" and suddenly I could hear the melody in my head as I was translating it.

Love is like a bomb, baby, come on, get it on
Livin' like a lover with a radar phone
Lookin' like a tramp, like a video vamp
Demolition woman, can I be your man?

Good one. Go again.

[Mike]

As if written by the bard himself...

Similar to the legendary Louis Armstrong, who masterfully played the trumpet, I shall indulge in a moment of leisure with a bong, offering you a taste of something exquisite. It is imperative that I secure my reputation and belongings swiftly, for law enforcement officers may endeavor to seize what is rightfully mine. These individuals, intent on demolishing my abode, shall find me elusive as I navigate clandestinely to the next settlement. Their ire intensifies upon discovering my absence during their raids, as I navigate the streets in my ninety-two Cadillac. Indeed, I am the daring captain of this vessel, prepared to embark on an ultraviolet dream, evading detection by the crimson glow of authority. Do you, perchance, believe in that which eludes the naked eye? Gaze upon, yet refrain from straining, for a man such as myself teeters on the precipice of insanity.

[Kyle]

So I'm guessing rap...